Dim and filled with dismembered limbs, the basement.
The camera, with its lens damaged, was tossed aside, still attached to several neuron-like wire structures that appeared to have been forcibly torn apart.
Steel Wire Killer, the photographer - Lotus, towering at two meters tall and having slaughtered dozens of forum posters, now lay on the ground, limbs severed and hung in the basement just like his victims.
Blood spread out from his body like a center of a circle,
Since the camera in his right brain had been destroyed earlier, none of the events here were recorded or known to anyone.
The formidable physical condition of this Steel Wire Killer still left him a breath of life,
with his remaining left eye fixed on the masked "counterpart" in front of him.
He had thought it would be an evenly matched slaughter among killers, even imagining how to use his killing skills and steel wire in combat.
But in actual combat, he was completely defeated in less than fifteen minutes.
His so-called killing techniques were utterly useless against the opponent,
whose physical strength, reaction time, and slicing power all surpassed his own.
Most crucially, his pride and joy, "Steel Wire", also his deadliest method bestowed by Corner, proved totally ineffectual before his adversary.
The opponent’s left arm seemed to create metallic objects far superior to steel wire.
As he was about to speak, choking on blood, whoosh! The Pig Slaughter Knife sliced off his entire jaw along with his tongue.
Disgust and resolution filled Luo Di’s eyes.
One hand reached into the broken jaw and plucked out the pituitary gland.
This was a delicate pituitary, with a mirror-like surface structure and its inner blood vessels in a state of steel wire, corresponding to photographic traits and also a mature pituitary, highly valuable.
Such a unique murderer’s pituitary seemed to have other uses in Luo Di’s view.
Luo Di did not release fear and absorb the pituitary as he did the first time in the park.
This time it was purely physical slaughter, an execution of the wicked, a denunciation of inferior killers, with no energy replenishment for his own pituitary.
This behavior made his Metallic Spine on his back wriggle with delight.
As the spine tried to convey the message to True Hell, the gray tentacles that threaded through the cervical vertebrae blocked the signal.
Gently squeezing the pituitary in the palm of his left hand.
[Torture Device Construction]
A more refined, simpler miniature Iron Maiden was constructed to properly store and protect this pituitary.
Luo Di had no intentions of stopping; he didn’t even glance at the corpse but turned and left the basement filled with malice and slaughter.
Returning to the rental, he completed the posting.
Watching the completion prompt that popped up and the 180 Fear Beans he harvested, Luo Di did not rush to open the store and start shopping like before, but got up and headed to the bathroom.
Rinsing his body with cold water, trying to eliminate the heat within his body, allowing the red veins that crawled all over his eyeballs to fade away.
His fingers twitched faintly during the process.
"This... feels too good..."
Completely different from the exhilaration of having fought desperately against the Monster Avatar on a vacation island.
This was not a fierce or desperate battle; it was a murderer experience event.
Visiting the murderer’s apartment, watching his murder videos, fully immersing and even becoming prey for a while, eventually luring him to the basement.
Executing this utterly wicked murderer, marked entirely by malevolence, crushing him completely with absolute dominance and superiority.
This involvement gave Luo Di immense self-satisfaction, also satisfying his desire to kill, feeling a step closer to becoming a "murderer."
Most importantly, the feeling of peeling off this malignant tumor was quite refreshing, like extracting a huge blackhead deeply embedded in the skin with tweezers.
"Next time, I shouldn’t be so whimsical; better focus on the growth of pituitary."
When Luo Di, clad only in a pair of shorts, returned to the bedroom, he suddenly noticed a detail—his coat hung on the rack seemed to have subtle crease changes, as if it had been touched.
it wasn’t because someone else entered the house, but for another reason.
Luo Di quickly took out the miniature Iron Maiden from his pocket, retracting the Torture Device and displaying the pituitary, slowly approaching the button camera on the collar.
a magnetic-like attraction emerged between the two entities.
The closer they got, the stronger the attraction, implying a high compatibility between them.
Luo Di didn’t stop the process, he released his fingers and let the pituitary attach itself.
The moment the pituitary touched the button, it immediately sprouted a myriad of cable-like structures, which completely enveloped the button.
Not only that, this wire-like cable structure continued to spread across the entire coat.
The entire process took about half an hour.
A leather coat of the same model as the apartment murderer appeared,
and a brand new "Cornered Tool" was thus formed.
Compared to the original coat, it was thicker, more imposing, and also emitted a killing intent.
It was completely different from an investigator’s coat.
This coat was more suitable for Luo Di now, who needed to hide his identity, and more suitable for the role of playing the murderer, or rather, more suitable for [D].
"Not only the camera, but the outfit has changed too?"
Luo Di quickly put on the coat, having just showered and wearing no other garments, allowing the coat to make direct contact with his skin.
the moment of contact,
the dormant but not fully dissipated Pseudo-Person consciousness sought to invade physically, as the fine cables and wires attempted to penetrate his skin and invade Luo Di’s brain.
as a tint of gray flashed by,
all these cables and wires withdrew back into the garment, making the whole outfit extremely "docile," and residual consciousness was almost instantly cleared away by gray Fear.
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"What a fantastic thing!!"
This Cornered Tool not only enhanced the murderer’s aura but also allowed the cables to connect to the visual nerves, granting Luo Di’s eyes the capability to "record."
This was even more convenient than the previous button camera.
The most twisted part was,
as Luo Di actively started recording with his vision, and after finishing recording the scene in front of the bedroom, data cables with various interfaces could actually grow from the pockets of the coat to upload the recording to different electronic devices.
Even Luo Di couldn’t help but give a thumbs up for such a feature.
"Coming to Moon City was really the right choice..."
Half an hour earlier, roughly the time Luo Di had just returned home.
Across the street of the abandoned apartment,
a plump leg covered in pink tights appeared under the street light, walking in overstretched white shoes across the street and into the apartment door from where a smell of blood was emanating.
Pushing the door open,
ascending the basement stairs,
stepping on the still warm but somewhat sticky blood,
looking at the photographer’s body, which had been shaved down to a stick and whose jaw was completely shattered.
"Lotus... that dismissed guy, to die in such a place~ what a waste."
The fat leg lifted and came down heavily, further smashing the corpse.
"But the smell here, the aroma of slaughter, it’s very strong! This isn’t something a waste like Lotus could have had, fantastic, fantastic!"
The plump thighs danced exquisitely in the sticky blood, immersing in an almost crazy delight,
perhaps it was too late, perhaps too exciting, or perhaps it was all prepared from the beginning.
After a strange dance,
this "girl" directly collapsed into the sticky pool of blood to sleep, feeling her greasy palm still holding a person, a sculpture resembling a murderer, formed from coagulated blood.
Pulling the camera outside the apartment, even strange noises kept coming from the basement.